An Ooman Ambassador
Chapter 1: Meeting the Sain'ja's
Lisa sighed as she headed to her Mother's grave yet again. So far she had been gone for 4 years, however for the past 20 she had raised her daughter the Yautja way.
Lisa had never really understood why her Mother had told her of such mythical creatures whose evidence that they were indeed alive had stacked up just enough for her Mother to find.
Due to this Lisa's mother had made sure that she could read, write, and somewhat speak the verbal language of the Yautja.
When she was merely four years old her Mother had leapt into training her with a menagerie of weapons and forcing her to train until her body gave out.
By the age of 15 Lisa was a deadly warrior who could kill a full grown man with a well placed kick or punch, however she was rather passive in most arguments and her Mother had taught her strictly on how to control her anger and use it to her advantage.
Now at the age of 24 with her Mother gone for 4 of those years she had yet to become lazy, her Mother's constant training kept her pushing her body harder and harder.
Most would expect an almost muscular, masculine looking woman but Lisa was the exact opposite, all of her muscle as lean as a whipcord making her rather slender.
Lisa stood at a steady 6'3" but was still quite delicately built as her face was a delicate heart shaped with a small nose and full lips.
Lisa's thick eyelashes covered one golden eye and one violet eye behind them before sliding into a long, elegant neck, firm set shoulders and a decent sized bust.
From there when one continued to sweep their gaze down would see the tiny waist followed by the appealing flare of hips into well shaped legs.
Lisa's thick black hair usually remained in a braid that twitched just underneath her rear and as such was already quite wavy and went to her thighs when unleashed.
Lisa quietly walked into the cemetery, easily tracking her Mother's down by memory before she sat down on top of the grave.
"Gkaun-yte Mother. I have returned. I hope Cetanu is treating you well and that you are putting all of the other Kv'var-de to shame despite the fact that we are ooman."
Silence reigned as the wind continued to whip through the cemetery, bringing with it cooler temperatures and the promise of rain by the scent of water in the air.
Lisa sat at her Mother's grave for a couple more hours before she stood, brushing off the back of her jeans and headed back home.
Lisa's mother may not have spent much money but she did in fact have quite a bit of it which Lisa was using very frugally.
Once home Lisa plopped down in her Mother's old chair, comforted by the fire that blazed in the fireplace before she grabbed one of her mother's many journals and set about reading over them, learning more and more about the Yautja with each passing day.
A Yautja Elder snarled as he stomped quickly down the halls to convene with the Elder Council for it seemed that it was now deemed a prudent time to reveal themselves to the pyode amedha known and oomans.
Though the Elder was against it he was outvoted with 28 in favor and 25 in rejection and the others began to set about the motions of making themselves known.
However first the oomans mass scale weapons needed to be destroyed and that was something that the Elder was good at.
When the Yautja finally came to Earth it was thrown into complete and utter chaos as many of them panicked and their Leaders tried to scramble attack forces.
However within a day the entire planet of Earth had been conquered and the humans immediately began to search for other ways to beat the Yautja at their own game.
Which somehow led them to finding out about Lisa and her knowledge on the Yautja and the President of the US immediately sent a convoy to retrieve her.
Lisa blinked seeing nearly a dozen lights pulling up her long driveway and stood, wondering who and what in the hell was going on.
Granted she watched a little bit of the news so she knew that the Yautja had made their presence known to the world and that they had wiped out most if not all military in a single freaking day.
Lisa decided that it would probably be wise to grab some actual clothes rather than her stand around in her pajamas and quickly walked upstairs to pull on jeans and a tank top, followed quickly by her socks and combat boots.
Lisa moved back to the door hearing a loud knock and cautiously pulled it open, staring at the men dressed in black suits with earwigs and sunglasses.
"Can I help you?"
"Miss Summers?"
"Yeah. What do you want?"
"The President of the United States would like to have a word with you."
"Wait? What? You're joking right?"
"I'm afraid not miss."
"Fine let me get my keys, wallet, and cell phone."
"Those will not be necessary ma'am. We will see to your every need."
"Nope. My keys will lock my house and my truck. My wallet has my ID as well as money I earned in it and my cell phone is to keep me from being bored by playing games on. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. You know they portray you guys as being a lot more stupid in the films."
Seeing as Lisa didn't really have a choice she went ahead and grabbed the said three items, slipping a dagger into her combat boots as she did so before she put out the fire, locked up the house and her truck before stepping into a black SUV.
20 hours passed before Lisa felt a gentle nudge to her shoulder and blearily opened her eyes to find that she was leaning against the door as the men exited the SUV before she climbed out as well.
Lisa was ushered out into a large garden and plopped into a rather uncomfortable metal chair but relaxed as best she was able before the freaking President walked out into the garden.
"Sir."
"Miss Summers. My apologies on bringing you out like this. However my Intelligence department tells me that you are the best qualified in dealing with these…aliens?"
"They are called Yautja."
"Yautja?"
"Yes sir."
Lisa quickly gave the President a run down on the Yautja race before he held up his hand and she immediately went quiet, mid-explanation.
"Miss Summers. May I call you Lisa?"
"Yes sir."
"Great. Miss Lisa, you would help us out greatly if you would act as our Ambassador."
"Your what?"
"Our…"
"No, no. I heard what you said but are you kidding me?"
"No. So far the Yautja seem to treat the females with higher respect than they do with males."
"Of course. Not meaning to sound like a feminist here but to the Yautja the female rules everything. To the Yautja they are the givers of life and are to protected and guarded at all costs. No unarmed female is ever to be attacked. Killing a child is an even worse taboo than killing a woman."
"So about being the Ambassador?"
"I don't want to be."
"Miss Lisa you are basically our only chance here. We can barely understand them but we know they understand us and they make the biggest, toughest guys I've got nearly piss themselves."
"Ugh. Fine! Fine! I'm so going to regret this."
"Not if I have any say about it. You will be greatly compensated."
"I don't care about anything like that but whatever makes you happy I guess."
"Excellent. I have a jet waiting on the tarmac. Let's go."
With a barely withheld groan Lisa stood and followed after the president as the men in suits surrounded them, whispering back and forth to each other as they herded them onto the jet.
Time passed quickly and before Lisa knew it she was in freaking Europe of all places getting ready to talk to the Yautja, however seeing as they didn't know the Yautja the way she did she had no idea what rank she would be talking to.
"Please don't let it be an Arbitrator."
"Why?"
"Cause we're dead then if there is one."
The marine following her paled slightly and faltered a step before quickly stepping back into pace along side her as she hurried down the halls.
Lisa could hear the Yautja far before she could see them, feeling the tension in her muscles relax and the rumbled purrs from the room as they calmly sat amongst each other.
"Okay listen up soldier. In there you do what I say when I say it and how I say it. If you don't you're dead and I don't want to have to be the one obligated to write your momma telling her that you died because you have a problem with a woman outranking you. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am."
Lisa took a deep breath before she pushed open the door quietly as the President did the same and the Yautja went silent.
Lisa immediately stiffened at the sight of all the golden bands in the Yautja's dreads knowing that these were all Elders but she placed a hand gently against the President's arm and he went still before Lisa walked forwards.
The Elders continued to watch the wei-ghe'h ooman walk forwards and turned slightly to show that she had their attention before to their surprise she kneeled, turning her knee out slightly to the side in a stance of pure submission.
"Sain'jas."
In an instant Lisa had all of the Elders' attention but remained calm, however she barely managed to keep from twitching when one of the larger kv'var-de crouched down in front of her.
"Speak wei-ghe'h."
"I am here to act as an Ambassador, Sain'ja."
"You know our language well for an ooman."
"My mother taught me. She has gone to Cetanu's halls four winters ago."
The Elder lowered his massive head slightly in respect for the wei-ghe'h's dead mother before he stood, nudging her to do the same and she obeyed, keeping her eyes down like a good subordinate would.
However the Elder had seen a flash of something in the wei-ghe'h's dekna and wanted to see them for himself as he gently grabbed her chin and tilted her head back.
In an instant the Elder was pinned by the unique two colored gaze of the wei-ghe'h before she blinked and the link between them was broken.
The Elder carefully released the wei-ghe'h and she moved back slightly, never turning her back on him as she did so increasing his respect of her for knowing his culture so well.